Wind · Footsteps · Heartbeat

The Wind The train howls past. The wind rushes from the tunnel's depth, catching the platform's shifting light and the hem of my coat, making it flutter in the quiet space. The Footsteps My ASICS GEL-PICKAX touch the freezing platform. An unexpected, soft bounce steadies me. Thump... thump... A steady rhythm carved out of the vast noise. The certainty of my feet on the ground. My Heartbeat They say the metro is the city's bloodstream. I suppose I'm just a quiet, navy cell, carried along in the flow but refusing to drift. In the middle of the current, there should always be room for composure.